Angus stood by the open door, his form framed by the light streaming in. She was there with him, wrapped in the embrace of his shadow, and crying again. "Please, please let me go..." she pleaded while she wept, "I can't stay here any more."
"Just a bit longer, Loren. You'll see. Just a bit longer."
"No, please...I can't stay here. You promised to let me go, Angus. YOU PROMISED!" She screamed bitterly as the tears returned to her face. "Fuck you, monster. I hope they come and chop you into fucking dog food!"
"Of course, Loren. That would be fine." Absently, Angus pivoted away from her and returned to the door. The night was cool, but not uncomfortably so as he stepped out into the evening and breathed the air in. It was a good night for this.
"Angus, please... I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you?" She purred. She reached out with her eyes, boring holes into the back of his head with a gaze that would melt the polar caps. She arched her back, leaning as far forward as her restraints allowed, baring her neck and shoulders to the creature. "Angus... let me...."
"No, Loren. Not yet." He drifted off quietly, and watched her strain against her bonds. She was so enticing, with her shoulders bare and her eyes flashing up at him. She bit her lip hard, and the scent of warm blood filled Angus with a desire to give her what she needed...what she wanted. And she wanted. She leered up at him, staring into his eyes. A small trickle of blood ran down from the corner of her mouth and she smiled, the blood smearing on her teeth like some irrational interpretation of long-forgotten lipsticks. But she smiled anyway, and a darkness overtook her beauty. She wanted. She needed. And she would not be denied...
Angus bent to her, tasted the blood on her lip, and kissed her passionately. She writhed against her restraints and pleaded with her desire, but he did not release her. Instead he kissed her from the very edge of her reach, he kept just out of bounds with his body, and only let his lips make direct contact with her. She raged for his touch. She begged and pleaded and didn't let up until he was out of reach of her mouth. She was burning with passion and wanted him so badly, but the leather held her in place and prevented her from pursuing him further. Her heart beat hard in her chest, and her cheeks were flushed with color. and Angus knew this. He could taste it in the tiny smear of her blood she had teased him with. He knew how badly she wanted... and he was happy to let her hold onto that for a while longer as he stood in the doorway and watched the night grow darker.
Then he pivoted back to her, to look into her eyes and see the depths of her soul. She was deep, He always knew she was, and that was what attracted him. Her soul. So he stared into her eyes and listened to her heart. It was beautiful, and so was she. So he went to her, wanting to feel her, wanting to smell and touch and taste her. So he went willingly. "I think we can let you out of those leathers, now." She smiled a wicked smile and in a deep, sensual voice returned, "Not all of them, please?"
The night passed faster than Angus wanted it to. She was able to pleasure his flesh in ways that few other mortals ever could. She was something special and very good at it. She could match his cadence and respond with changes that make the thrusts more effective for both of them. She had stamina that Angus had not seen in a human before. So for hours and hours, for as long as the moon was shining down upon their sweating bodies, they fucked. This was not making love, nor any other such nicety... it was fucking. Their bodies entwined, their legs kicked and moved against each other's. Flesh on flesh, sweating, lustful, and colored by the heat of passion. She ground her sensitive areas against his, and in the process made the motion urgent and hard. She knew how long to squeeze, and he knew how long to let the pace continue. Together, they were the very definition of wanton. Together, they pleasured each other into submission. Angus controlled his breathing, and Loren controlled her angles. As morning grew near, Angus began the climb towards the end of it. He lifted her, spun her about, and worked her flesh from behind. She screamed out, and he gave her good reason. She felt the leather tighten on her neck, her heart hammer in her head, and her orgasm begin to approach. He drove on. She pressed into him and let herself be taken. Angus pulled from her, and tightened the leather strap further. Her veins bulged, her eyes grew large, and the desire in her swelled. He drove in hard and with finality. She gasped for air, tightened, and went limp under him as they climaxed together. He tensed, and released inside her, as she flooded him with her uncontrolled shaking. Angus released the strap, Loren sucked in life-giving air, and screamed out to him, "FUCK!!! Yes, Monster. Take me!"
Angus was upon her throat before the breath finished coming from her lips. He opened her, tasted that which he needed so much, and gorged upon her. She whimpered at first, but did not fight. He caught his wits before it was too late, tore at his own wrist and forced it into her mouth. She drank. And then she passed. Angus wrapped her in a sheet and buried her in the basement. It would take time for her to recover, but He was an ancient and patient creature. He could wait. He had waited so very long for her to be ready... what was one more night?
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(Originally Published 1-16-2011)
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